A single man on a leash, bound, naked, flinging around. His eyes are broken, his soul is red.

BOUND FOR CULIACÁN. GUILTY OF TREASON

Roiling gates and a tiled plaza. Jeering women with heavy breasts and dyed skirts. Boys sell bananas. Fry bread oils. One dog yaps at another.

The man sheds a tear as he is lead through the procession. A seamed face, now pelted with day old fruit.

Up the steps, to a flowering gibbet. He writhes, he wiggles, he’s gone.

A hundred cries fill the air. Hats and humorismo to celebrate damnation.

“Do you think he was guilty?” one man says to another.

“No. I think he believed in something”.

Christopher C Tennant is a Denver, Colorado native who mainly writes poetry, short stories, and literary or experimental works. He has previously published in Academy of the Heart and Mind, Atlas Obscura, and Scribes*MICRO*Fiction, among many other places.